It was going to take a whole extra hour to reach Jaipur by the manner in which the train was stopping everywhere that was nowhere. Shifting her bag to a side, she leaned forward to peek out of the window. There were farms stretched on both sides, tiny flickers of light shone here and there. The place was immersed in darkness, yet there was light in its aura.

That was when she raised her head and looked at the sky. It was a wonder. So clear, so deep, the stars were shining like diamonds, spread like pearls against the velvety sky. Something was blinking, moving through it, an airplane. She stared at in awe, as if for the first time. There was a smile caught on her lips, like the one a kid has when he visits the zoo for the first time. She was a kid and the sky was her zoo, the stars were the animals, they growled and they howled and they paced and they pranced.

She was stuck, stuck on that view and she wanted to drink it in. In a while the train would move, it would leave this place and go ahead. Somewhere where this sky would be lost, where these stars would disappear. But she, she could stay, this could be hers, she need not leave, she need not go ahead. She could own it, all she had to do was step out of the train. The train gave out a long whistle. She blinked her eyes and leaned back. It was time to go home. She didn’t believe in love anyway.